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June 27, 2015


“Relating to transition;
At a boundary, or threshold;
Just leaving one condition
From the familiar and controlled,
Now poised on uncertain ground;
For the anticipated bound”

Confusion, liberation,
These contrasting emotions,
Apprehension, exhilaration,
Some alarming sensations,
Questions, challenged assumption,
Uncovered presumptions?

A transient phase of transformation,
(For the ‘renewing of the mind’);
Opportunity for reflection,
Ideas of an unfamiliar kind,
But with a clear continuity
To our Faith in perpetuity.


Ultra sound

June 27, 2015

One and a half pints fit to burst
So ensure that you quench that thirst,
But holding all that fluid in
Is a urological sin.
You have to sit there and you pray
You don’t soak the seat with the spray,

Called into a small, darkened room
Welcomed to your future doom,
You lie on your left hand side.
Cold jelly that I cannot abide,
You wonder what they may have found
Inside with secret ultrasound.

It seems they gave a good ‘all clear’,
Vaporising that chilling fear.

Meditation on Psalm 17 after Hip Surgery

August 19, 2014


You heard my cry.
You listened to my prayers
When I limped down the street,
When my bones ground together,
When patience was wearing away.

You came in the darkness of dreams
Laying on kind hands of love.
You sent your servants
    To cheer and comfort,
    To humbly wash my feet,
    To gently preserve my dignity.

I have known loving kindness and faithfulness,
Many cups of cold water in your name.
My mouth was dry with thirst,
Longing to drink at the fountain of life.

I am learning new disciplines
So that I wonder at your wisdom.

Give thanks to The Lord, for He is good.
Oh that people would praise His name!

A Pain in the Butt

August 19, 2014

I wonder what the surgeon will say…
    “I’m afraid your hip joint’s worn away”
    “There’s no cure for this situation.
     Pain can be helped by this injection”.

The needle shown on the X-ray screen
Was long enough to scratch my spleen!
Understanding the medic’s wordage:
I had bowled away the cartilage.

   “We will put you on the waiting list
   There’s extra pain from a little cyst.
   There’s only twenty four months to wait.
   No need to get in a patient state”.

So a new joint of ceramic and  steel,
Bloody particles did not appeal.
A hip socket with titanium
Viewed with limp enthusiasm.

Six weeks after the operation
A really long recuperation.
A request then, I beg,
Please no ‘pulling my leg’

War Without End..

August 19, 2014

Israel’s plainsong…

We sing these songs
That Israel sang
In the desert long ago:

“The land belongs…
It is ours. I know it’s mine
Through a promise Divine”.
Rockets are falling,
Killing and maiming…
To defend is our right
With all our might,
No peace in sight.

The Beat of the Blockade…

By the sea here in Gaza
There we knelt down and wept.
How can we sing in captivity?

Most are unemployed.
My home is destroyed.
The killing of innocence
Through tunnels of violence;
Paveway guided bombs
Drill into Gaza’s tombs.
It’s rocket retaliation
By the Israeli nation.
‘Hamas is our salvation’.


August 1, 2014

Readers might like to a new book containing 100 of my poems.

There are chapters :

-describing a community project in Dunstable, employing art and poetry in outreach and service to the community. The author discusses what ChrIstIan art might look like.


Hospital Collection

February 10, 2011

HOSPITAL COLLECTION             By Brian E. Wakeman


Making ‘Light’ of Winter

In this poem the author reflects about bringing faith to the seasons of life.

After Autumn takes its feast

Of russets, and copper

Leaves fall, Winter proper

Blows in from North and East.

Hoar frost sparkling bright

Dresses conifers and sedge,

Hips and haws festoon the hedge,

And snow settles silent white.

Advent brings the Light to darkness,

Count-down Christmas preparation,

To celebrate  the Incarnation,

When love melts our icy hardness.

So we welcome this New Year

Expectation overcoming fear.




This poem gives light-hearted access, and insights for health professionals, into the experience of a patient facing surgery.


Six a.m. alarm.

Must keep calm;

Take it steady,

To be waiting ready

For a lift for a 7.15 check-in.

(What time does NHS begin?).

7.20 sitting, waiting,

Talking, writing nervously.

“You are fourth on the list” (hopefully).

“We telephoned two days ago

Several times, but missed you.

You were out you know”.

“We left a message on your phone”.

“Sorry you had a little moan”.

“The consultant works in the morning”.

(To patients ‘privately’ conforming?)

It is the August Bank Holiday,

So extend your patience in a tolerant way.

“Please change in  here,

But have no fear,

I know it’s really a loo,

And free from bacteria too.

We need a urine sample”.

(A  litre will be ample).

If you’re in the know

Turn on the tap to increase the flow!

A swab poked up your nose

To detect MRSA I suppose.

‘We’ll check your groin for e-coli

Or a rarer broccoli bacilli’.

‘You can sit in the waiting room’:

Just feel the anxiety and the gloom;

The TV weather chattering to itself,

While we wonder about our health.

A cheerful voice ended my concern,

“No need to fret. It’s now your turn”.

I ambled obediently following the nurse,

And lay there exposed for all to see.

For medics it’s another cystoscopy.

Just pretend you’re having a wee.

“Ah there’s a tumour I can see”.

And so we face another round

Of treatment on familiar ground.



A portrayal of a patient’s experience.

‘Just a prick in the arm

No need for concern or alarm.

We’ll inject some dye which may

Aggravate asthma, in a way,

(Not in your case let me say).

We’ll take some x-rays

While you lie dead still.

It’s one of the ways

We can check if you’re ill:

The health of your bladder,

Infections in the urethra,

Any issue with your kidney.

So we’ll just wait and see.

Don’t have too much to drink.

We don’t want you filling the sink!

Don’t ask for any explanation,

Radiographers will study their interpretation.

We’ll tell you alright

If anything comes to light’.




Knowing Your Case


(The author finds it disturbing that errors creep into medical practice:

through assumptions, inaccurate transcriptions, interpretations that need challenging.

“It pays to know your own case”.

Recently I’ve had to correct interpretations of being ‘a smoker’, having an ‘aortic aneurism’, and ‘asthma’, height and weight recorded inaccurately.

I’ve even had another patient’s medical conditions attributed to me.)

It pays to know

Your personal case.

It will ‘leak’ and show

In the medic’s face

She’s not scanned,

Prepared, or planned,

Making presumptions

About the medical history:

Inaccurate assumptions.

Surely this shouldn’t be?

Is it beyond professional wit

To pre-read the file a bit?

Then there’s no need to raise

The voice,(but quietly appraise).

We need your cooperation

For a stress free operation.


Some Nurses


This short poem is a tribute to the high quality nursing I’ve received at the L&D Hospital.


Some nurses

Are real physicians

Not just ‘technicians’.

They minister healing,

Know how you’re feeling.

They show warmth and empathy,

Express care and sympathy.

There is a kindness

Understanding of patient distress.

They’ve dropped the protective mask

Of ‘distance’ while performing the task.











(A reflection on the current practise of grading levels of pain)


“On a scale of roughly 1-10,

How’s your pain this morning, then?”

The problem is, “How can I state

If I’ve no criteria to evaluate,

Only a subjective guessing?”

I know it’s ‘stabbing’, ‘aching’,

‘Tear-jerking’, ‘sickening’,

‘Radiating’, gradually dissipating

After I’ve urinated

And twenty minutes have abated,

Unalleviated by paracetamol

And a mind confused by Tramadol

Reception at Haematology


(The degree of human skills of medics can be healing or hurting).

“Have you got a letter?

An appointment card would be better?”

“Has your name changed, or address?”

A distancing process, none-the-less.

Passed like a parcel along the line:

“Sit down Sir, there will be fine”.

The worry of waiting.

Stuffy heat unabating.

Then the welcoming smile:

“Sorry you’ve been waiting a while”.

“Come and lie over here on the bed.

Your wife can sit there instead”.

Then the careful examination,

Followed by patient explanation.

Time for me to ask questions

About treatment for infections.

After the warmth of encouragement,

The chill of a further appointment.









Scans: The Giant Polo


(A light-hearted portrayal of a patient’s experience of a CT scan).


“Put on a hospital gown”,

She said with an I.T. frown.

After struggling behind my back

Tying laces (I lacked the knack!),

I had to drink lots of H2O

So much so, I just had to go!

“Lie on your back, feet up to here”,

A giant polo filled me with fear.

(I hope I come out in mint condition

With several years in remission).

“Just a small prick in your arm”

“A warm feeling will do no harm”.

Then while they withdraw from range

Machine-like noises sound quite strange.

I’m bombarded with alien rays

Which uncover my secrets on their displays

I hope it will not be long to wait

Before the consultant reveals my fate.



CT Scan: Some Thoughts……


Mmm…today a CT scan…..

I’ve never been a fan

Of deadly x-rays

Of revealing displays

Of the inner you.

It’s radiation too….

They avoid contamination

Behind proper protection.

…..and what will they find?

Will it bring peace of mind?

Can I have the operation?

What’s the alternative situation?

….Well, I must manage my pain,

Use self-therapy this is plain:

“Is it true?”, this introspection.

“Is it helpful?”, cognitive suggestion.

Use some guided fantasy,

Self hypnotherapy.

“Ah, we’re really sorry Sir to tell you,

The power’s down, no appointments too.

We know you’ve struggled through the snow,

Lost some income, but we’ll let you know

When we can fit you in again.

We regret we’ve been such a pain.

Sorry we couldn’t phone.

We’ll do our best to atone”.



(This verse is a reflection on my experiences).

“You need a routine blood test,

So go to the hospital, that would be best”,

The GP advised sympathetically,

“See Dr Flora at Haematology.”

We had a friendly reception

But I had no conception

That CANCER would be involved

Until explained, so expertly told

About blood imbalances CLL’s

Platelets, counts of white blood cells.

To be given an explanatory booklet (why in an alarmist red?)

Raised the big ‘C’ word and feelings of dread.

“Is this is for someone else, not me?”

Bad news again, but some good, clearly:

“No treatment at present, but we keep an eye on you;

Keep out the sun, some tiredness perhaps and infections too”.


A Sample of Verse for Urology….

Humour is an important way of dealing with embarrassing issues

Our doctors are polite, never rude

Or even a ‘tad’ vulgar or crude:

“We need a lab sample for analysis.

(Not a half bucket full of ‘I wish’!)

Just pee in the wee pot

Without spilling the lot.

Avoid contaminating the inside

Or dribbling down the backside.

A clear flowing stream 

Is the urologist’s dream”!

Hopefully the Lab will say ,’All clear’

To flush away pathological fear.










“Just One Minute……

An ‘outsider’ view, perhaps needing an ‘insider’ review?

“Patients should avoid spreading infections

By using soap and alcoholic concoctions”.

But nurses have clean hands

As everybody understands!

“Lie down dear, you can keep your shoes on.

No risk here of a nasty infection!

The medical staff from A&E

Were personable, showing us sympathy,

And the consultant displayed precision

In making the treatment decision.

The Acute Care ward was hot, full of cacophonous sound,

The only breeze came from a consultant’s round,

They wired me up like a robot,

The tabs slipping off, thus losing the plot,

Sending the ECG into toxic spasm

Like a mechanical multiple org – – – -.

‘Sleep’ at night was a joke, a misnomer.

Loud voices and bleeps will save you from coma.

I didn’t use the emergency call. When I used it before

It took seven minutes to respond, so I’m sorry

I’ve just leaked on the floor!
























Physiotherapy: Getting Back To Work!


This poem gives insight into patients’ anxieties, and the un-spoken and spoken interplay, thoughts filtered in communication that social psychologists love to explore.

Perhaps it also illustrates the  importance of getting below the surface, the apparent, to the hidden but more real meanings in hermeneutics.

“Hello, how are you today?”.

“Oh, not too bad, I’m okay”.

(Well, if I’m speaking truthfully,

I’m low, and aching actually,

And I’ve just been told a tumour

Has re-appeared, so my humour

Is subdued, a little glum…

That’s  the truth, about the sum.)

“How have the exercises been?”.

(They created pain, so I wasn’t keen).

“Oh, I made a start, a stretch or two”.

(A pain in the neck, if more than a few).

“Well let’s take a look, see how you’re doing”.

(Will this be my B.O.’s undoing?)

“Show me doing your exercises.

There’s more here this sheet devises”.

“You are now much more mobile,

So I’ll massage for a while”.

(Why do I feel shy, so ill

At ease while lying still?).



















Day Bag

(Written after struggling with bag, straps and tubes on returning home from kidney/ereter and bladder surgery) 

The well-meaning medical wag

Who designed this devilish bag

Has never tried to wear

This slippery affair.

You can’t walk where you please

Without it sliding down your knees,

And with a catheter kink

You fill-up like a sink.

At the night-bag change

You need to stand out of range

Or take a urinal shower

Of demonic power!

Don’t expect the connectors to fit

They’ve confused the male/female bit!

Hygiene Controls


(This poem is written with ‘tongue-in-cheek’ to make you smile.

I closely observed the practise of staff who visited my ward and related to me as a patient.

I was alarmed by one doctor who replaced a cannula without following hygiene guidance even though I reminded gently. I noticed that not all consultant visits followed procedures visibly)

A policy for H.A. infections.

Strategy to implement suggestions:

We screen patients wisely thus preventing

Contamination of all in our care,

Give training for treating and controlling

So all Staff are practically aware.

Cleaners work constantly and carefully.

The budgets are cut hygienically,

(Surgically, administratively?).

Nurses conspicuously cleanse their hands.

But doctors one infers and understands

Can’t spread many microbes (MRSA),

By late-night cannula connections and play.

Consultants know all about infections

So we overlook their imperfections.


Post-Operative Stress

I wrote this trying to make sense of post-operative experiences, and coming to terms with recovery

In the two weeks after.


Why was the feeling of ‘peace’

Chased away by distressing unease?

I wondered why contentment

Was displaced by resentment,

Anger about lost medications

Discarding personal prescriptions:

A ‘whirlpool’, being out of control;

Hospital hubris and protocol.

Was it my codeine confusion

That gave a sense of intrusion,

(A hint of ‘loss’, of ‘violation’)

From such close examination

(Private, and personal invasion)

From this major operation?

Now after the tumbling cascade,

‘Washed-up’, with adjustments to be made

A rest and ‘loving’ recovery,

Hope and faith’s new discovery.

Thank You

A poem expressing appreciation for medical care at Luton and Dunstable Hospital.

A ‘terza rima’.

For the Reception

Of my treatment.

At its inception

I’ll leave this comment:

“I’m so grateful”.

Here’s testament:

Being so helpful

Through long nights;

Attentive, careful

About acute care plights;

For Empathizing;

For tomato soup delights

When food was unappetising;

For servant leaders;

E.I. surprising;                            (E.I. ‘Emotional Intelligence’)

Hippocratic believers;

Skills of Urology;

Microsurgery designers;

Wisdom in Oncology;

For scans and x-rays;

Drugs of Cardiology;

Recovery phase;

Practitioner optimists;

For a budget that stays

Within plans of pessimists;

For needles of Phlebotomy;

Alchemy of anaesthetists;

For the hospital economy;

Bright-eyed physiotherapy,

And wonders of biochemistry.

Brian E. Wakeman

Educational Consultant

17 Coombe Drive


Beds. LU62AE


tele:  01582524711

Consumer Detox

February 10, 2011

Consumer Detox

I am a consumer.

The more I buy, the sooner

We come out of recessions,

In praise of possessions.

The untransformed mind

Is clearly defined

‘I am, because I buy’,

No need to ask ‘Why?’.

I may be squeezed

But don’t want to be freed.

It’s much too bold

To replace the mould.

The social norm

Is to closely conform.

It takes faith and grace

To give His Image space.

John’s First Letter

December 30, 2010

John’s First Letter


 Your faith is not just wishful thinking.

That which was from the beginning

Which we have seen with our eyes

Is no mythological disguise.

We have touched and seen

The Word of Life who came.

We testify , proclaim and mean

The Eternal Life who was with the Father.

What we have seen we proclaim

So that you may have `fellowship

With us, the Father, and the Son

Jesus Christ. We have begun

To write this to make our joy complete.                    

This is the message of which we’re in receipt

And declare: God is light

(No darkness) blinding bright.

If we claim fellowship with Him

Yet live in darkness and sin

We lie, and are not living by the truth,

Walking in darkness, aloof.

But if we live in the light

In His truth aright

We have fellowship with one another      

And we are purified within

By the blood of Jesus from our sin.



 If we claim to be without sin,

We deceive ourselves within,

And the truth defame.

If we confess our sins

He is faithful and just

And will forgive our sins

And purify us from our lust.

If we make the claim

We have not sinned: that’s dire.

We insult the sacred name,

Make Him out to be a liar,

And His word has no space

In our lives: no place.





My dear Children, as we begin

I write this to you, so you will not sin.

But if anyone does transgress

We have an advocate none-the-less,

Who speaks to the Father in our defence:

Jesus Christ the Righteous One,

Who atones for our offence,

For our sins the propitiation,

And not for ours only

But for the World wholly.

We know we have come

To know Him if we obey

All His commands, not just some.

And by the way,

The man who will say

“I know Him”, but will disobey

Is a liar in a way.

If we claim to ‘know’,

It should clearly show

In Jesus following.

John is not writing

A new commandment

About walking like the One God sent.

Its truth is seen in Him, and you

For all to observe and view.

The darkness is passing

And the True Light is shining.



Anyone who states

He is in the light, but hates

His brother, is still in darkness

Walking around without light

Blinded by the dark: without sight.

I write to you children

Because your sins are forgiven

On account of His Name.

You have known the One who came.

So fathers, I write to you

Because you have ‘overcome’ too.

Children, you have known the Father.

Fathers you have known Him who

Is from the beginning.

Strong young men, you are winning.

The Word of God lives in you,

So you are overcoming the evil one too.


Do not love the World,

Or anything in it:

Sinful man’s craving;

Their eyes lusting;

Their achievements boasting.

These come from ‘the World’,

But not from the Father.

These pass away, but rather

The man who does the will

Of God lives for ever, still.

Dear children, this is the last hour.

Antichrist is coming with its power.

Many have already come: thus.

The last hour we’ve known.

Their going out has shown

They did not belong to us.

But you have an anointing

From the Holy One’s appointing.

I write to you (here’s why)

You know the  truth is no lie.



Who is a liar then?

It is the man, when

He denies Jesus is the Christ.

Such a man is ‘anti-Christ’.

He denies the Father and the Son.

No-one who denies the Son

Has the Father. It is rather

The one who acknowledges the Son.

See that what you have heard

From the beginning is remaining

In you. Remain in the Son and Father.

And this what He promised us,

Even eternal life. I am writing this, thus

About those who are leading you astray

Following a different way.

You have an anointing.

No need for a teacher’s appointing.

It’s not counterfeit.

It’s real, there’s no deceit.

It teaches all things to you.

Remain in Him. Be true.


 And now

Dear children

This is how

To continue in Him.

So when He appears

We may be confident

Not diffident,


Before Him

At His coming.

If you

Know too

That He is


You know


That everyone

That has been born

Of the Son

Does what

Is right

In His sight.


How great is His love

The Father above

Has lavished on us

That we should thus

Be called

Children of God!

The World doesn’t know

Us, because it didn’t know Him.

But we do know, so

When He appears

We shall be like Him,

See Him as He is.

Everyone who has this

Hope purifies himself for sure

Just as He Himself is pure.

Everyone sins who breaks the law.

I want to stress

Sin is lawlessness.

But He appeared to take away

Our sins, the one let me say

Who had no sin, and no one then

Who believes continues to sin.

If we do we’ve neither

Seen or known Him either.

Dear children

Do not be led astray.

He who does what’s right

Is righteous in God’s sight.

Just as He is righteous,

Similarly, it works  for us.



He who does what is sinful

Is of the devil still

Who has been sinning from the beginning.

The reason for the appearance of the Son

Was to destroy the works of the evil one.

N one born of God will continue to sin

Because God’s seed remains in him.

He cannot go on sinning because

He is a child born again.

It is made clearly plain

Who are the children of God, or the Devil:

Doing right, not deeds of evil;

And here is another-

Are we loving our brother?

The message we heard from the beginning.

Don’t be like Cain in his sinning

Causing evil and  murderous stress,

While Abel showed righteousness.

Don’t be surprised if the World hates you.

We know we passed from death to life too

Because we love our brother

Not living in death hating one another.


Anyone who hates his brother

Is a murderer, and another

Truth: no murderer has eternal life.

This is how love is recognised:

Jesus laid down His life, was despised.

So we have an obligation to one another

To lay down our lives for our brother.

If anyone has material possession

And sees his brother’s dispossession,

And has no pity within him,

How can he have God’s love?

Children, let us love by doing

Not just with tongue and talking.

This is how we know we belong

To the truth. Our hearts in essence

Are set at rest in His presence.

Whenever our hearts are condemning

God is greater and knows everything.

Dear friends, if our heart

Does not condemn us in any part,

We have confidence before God receiving

What we ask for believing

Because we please Him and obey

In the things we do and say.


And this is His command:

To believe in His Name

The ‘Son, Jesus Christ’ who came;

And to love one another

As He commands.

Those who obey His demands

Live in Him and He in them.

And this we know

That He lives in us, thus

We know  by the Spirit He gave us.


Dear Friends,

Don’t just believe

Every spirit, but be sure to test

For false prophets deceive.

Do they acknowledge and receive

Jesus and His Incarnation,

His divine person and origin,

Not Antichrist’s presence and sin,

His manifestation.

You, dear children have overcome

Them, because He who  in you is the One

Who is greater than he who ‘pro tem’

Who is in the world system.

They are from the world, and reflective

Of its view-point and perspective.

The world listens to them, but we

Are from God, and know Him you see.

Those who know God listen to us.

Whoever is not from God thus

Does not listen to us.

This is how if we are wise,

We distinguish and recognise

The Spirit of Truth and

Of falsehood on the other hand.


 Dear friends,

Let us love one another for

Love comes from God, and ‘once more’:

Everyone who loves has been born of

And knows God, because God is Love.

This is how God’s love is shown:

He sent His Son to make it known,

That we might live through Him.

This is Love: not that we loved God

But that He loved us and sent

His Son for our sins to make propitiation.

Dear friends,

Since God  so

Loved we ought also to love, you know.

God, no one has seen, but if we

Love one another God lives in us you see

And His love is made complete

In us, because He has given us

Of His Spirit, and we know why

And can clearly testify

That the Father has sent the One

Saviour of the World, His Son.


If anyone

Acknowledges the Son

God lives in him and he

In God, who loves us and we

Can know  and rely,

And this is why:

God is Love. Thus

If we live in love

We can live in God and He in us.

In this way love is made complete,

So that we may be confident

On the Day of Judgement,

Because in this world we are like Him.

In love there is no fear.

Perfect love makes it disappear.

Fear is linked with punishment.

The one who fears is not made perfect

In love. Our love is consequent

On His love for us. We cannot claim

To love God and hate our brother’s name.

Whom we have seen and

Love God unseen on the other hand.

And He has given us another

Command that whoever loves God

Must also love his brother.


Everyone who believes that Jesus

Is the Christ is born of God and thus

Everyone who loves the Father

Loves his child as well. Rather

This is how we know we love too

The children of God by this view:

Carrying out His commands

Which are not burdensome demands.

For everyone born of God overcomes

The World: victory to the ones

Who have faith and believe

In Jesus as the Son and Him receive.

This is the One who came by

Water and blood, not by water only.

It is the Spirit who will testify

Because the Spirit is the truth.

For there are three that bear witness.

The Spirit, the water and blood, I stress

And these three are in agreement.


We accept the testimony of man,

But God’s testimony has a greater span

Given about His Son that anyone

Who believes in God’s only Son

Has this testimony in his heart.

Anyone who does not believe has no part,

Making Him out to be a liar,

Because he has not believed either.

This is the testimony: God gives

Us Eternal Life and this life lives

In His Son. Those who have it, we,

Who have the Son have life and he

Who does not have the Son

Of God, does not have life, not one.

I write these things to you

Who believe in the name of God’s Son too

So that you may know you possess

Eternal Life. This confidence, I stress

That we have when approaching

God: that if we ask anything

According to His will

He hears us this century still.

Whatever we ask today

We know we have what we ask and say.



If any one sees his brother commit

A sin that does not fit

‘Sin leading to death’, he should pray

That God will restore him anyway

And give him life and breath.

There is a sin that leads to death.

I do not say that for that you should pray.

All wrong doing is sin in some way.

We know that anyone born

Of God does not continue in any form

To sin. The One born of God keeps him safe

And the Evil One cannot harm or strafe.

We know we are children of God, and

The whole World is in the Evil One’s hand.

We know that the Son who is true

Has come and given us a view

And understanding that we may know

Him, and be in Him even so

In His Son Jesus Christ.

He is the true God and life eternal.

Dear Children,

Keep yourselves from idols.


December 29, 2010

THE SOUL  ‘Nephesh’ and ‘Psyche’


A personal presence,

Or a Platonic essence ?

Our human totality

Or non-physical entity?

Some say “a non-entity”,

The ‘nothing-buttery’

Of material brain activity:

Chemistry and electricity.

Is it a metaphysical reality,

A Traducian inherited property,

Or a ‘ghost’ in the machinery?

When ‘soul’ is quoted

The context should be noted.

Philosophical presuppositions

Determine usage and conditions.

Is it immortal, separate or individual?

Monists think of the soul

Not as part of us but the whole:

Our bodies, consciousness, thinking,

Volition, deciding, and feeling.

On the whole in the Christian tradition

The soul has a `non-material’ condition.

So when I take my final breath

My soul survives this physical death.